krisis

scarius from shafted says this in his most recent post:

However, I suspect that with enough thought I could come up with a definition of what makes a Lego-Block a Lego-Block and not a Lego-Gear or even a Lego-Beam. It’d take a while, but I think it could be done. It’d probably involve having lots of rules regarding various facets of the piece including function, shape, and connections. Similarly, most definitions are probably composites, for example you could define Love as some combination of chemical imbalances, behaviors, and mental processes. You’d probably also need some model representing the interplay of strictness and relevance of different facets as pertaining to the classification of a particular object. However, given enough time to think upon the matter, you could probably in this fashion define Love as opposed to Lust or Like just as you could define Lego-Block as opposed to Lego-Beam or Lego-Gear.

One of the most heartbreaking things about moving to school last year was deciding which books came with me and which didn’t. In my room here at home i have a floor to ceiling bookshelf overflowing with all of the paperbacks i’ve ever bought – thousands of dollars worth of print, easily. Last year i had enough room in my dormitory for roughly ten books. I brought The Bell Jar, The Collected Sylvia Plath, The Trick is to Keep Breathing & Foreign Parts (galloway), The Sun the Moon and the Stars (brust), the trio of Dante’s books, and The Secret of Possesing Joy (walker). However, during the year i added quite a few novels to this number, both by bringing them from home and buying them. When i moved out on Friday i took with me The Beach & Tesseract (both Garland), 3 X-Men books (golden), The Right Stuff & The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test (wolfe), Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas (Thompson), everything Hitchhikers (Adams, one by Gaiman), Neverwhere (also Gaiman), and The Death and Life of Superman. Of these, i’ve elected a scant few to stay on the bookshelf in my new apartment. Considering that i’ve (re-)read them all in the past year this might seem silly, but i enjoy the comfort of having my most cherished words nearby.

Matt Pollard is another blogger as obsessed with P.B as i am, and he’s leading me by three blogs right now, the bastard :) . Clicking on his link from here will still increase his hit count on Torrez (really, it will, i did that way on purpose), so go give the boy some attention. And then come back here and give me more.

I might need to ::shudder:: make a trip to Walmart in a few hours to purchase a few more giant tupperware bins (don’t ask me how i’m going to get them back here, because i haven’t figured that out yet). Those yummy plastic bins are cheap, convenient, and work well as alternative surface space when in a new home. In my dorm room my bins acted as extensions of my desk by holding my printer, scanner, and excess text books. And that was with only three! Imagine the power i would have with five! 10! What about a Baker’s Dozen?!?!?!?

I’m now taking up both of my phone lines so that i can commute from my room to the massive pile of my belongings on the first floor without losing internet access except for while on the stairs. How sick is that? And i claim i would be able to live for a few days without it…

On the packing side, i was just at once comforted and horrified by a single discovery: one whole box from my dorm room contained 12 sheet music books, and hangers. It was full. It was a rather large box. I meticulously picked each hanger out of the jungle of intertwined plastic and arranged them all neatly in a trash bag. I easily had a hundred hangers in my closet at school. A hundred! Where am i going to hang all that stuff in the apartment?

However, the posistive part was that this box was big enough to dispose of dead bodies in and now it’s just got a teeny pile of sheet music in it. I might have cut down on a whole car-trip by disposing of it! The obvious next step is to weed out 50 of the 100 t-shirts i obviously had hanging in my room.